Second marriage to a wealthy man, but her scumbag ex-husband lost control

As soon as Yu Anan got off the plane, she called Xie Zihuai: "How is Aunt An?"

Xie Zihuai did not dare to tell Yu Anan, only said: "Still...still in the operating room."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Anan ignored the queue and grabbed someone else's taxi at the taxi queue.

The driver, who had a strong sense of justice, originally wanted Yu An'an to go down and queue up, but when he saw Yu An'an reported the hospital address with red eyes, he didn't dare to delay and set off for the hospital, and even offered a few words of comfort.

"Is a family member of the little girl hospitalized? Don't worry! There are no cars on the road at this time, so we can get to the hospital quickly."

"Yeah." Yu Anan responded, the fingers holding the phone turning white.

The door of the hospital.

Xie Zihuai counted the time and held an umbrella to pick up Yu Anan at the door.

While waiting, Xie Zihuai paced and rehearsed in her mind how she should tell Yu Anan about Aunt An's death.

However, news of death is news of death, and no matter how euphemistic he says it... it cannot alleviate Yu Anan's pain at all.

Before Xie Zihuai could sort out his words, the taxi carrying Yu Anan had already stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Seeing Yu Anan pushing open the car door, Xie Zihuai quickly came down from the steps and raised the umbrella above Yu Anan's head.

"Is the operation not over yet?" Yu Anan panicked, closed the car door and walked into the hospital, "Which operating room is on which floor?"

"An'an!" Xie Zihuai paused and took Yu An'an's arm.

She turned back and looked at Xie Zihuai, whose eyes were full of sadness. Her whole body was tense like a fully drawn bow, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something. She struggled to speak: "Which floor is... on which floor?"

Xie Zihuai's Adam's apple rolled, and he squeezed the umbrella handle hard before speaking: "An'an, the doctor tried hard... but couldn't save her. In fact, Aunt An passed away before you got off the plane."

Yu Anan's mind went blank, and the only sound left in his ears was the sound of rain washing the umbrella surface. It was as if all the strength had been drained from his whole body, and his legs were weak.

Her eyes were filled with tears and she didn't dare to blink: "Which floor is Aunt An on?"

"It has been moved to the morgue."

As soon as Xie Zihuai finished speaking, Yu Anan turned around and walked towards the hospital, missing the mark.

"An'an!" Xie Zihuai quickly supported the person with quick eyes and hands, and walked inside with Yu An'an, who was unable to lift himself.

He told An An what happened: "Aunt An stayed in Haicheng to meet Nan Chen. Today she learned that Nan Chen was eating at Yuxi Pavilion and went there. As a result, the truck on that road suddenly rushed to the middle of the road to chase the balloon in order to avoid it. Girl, she hit the oncoming car, and the car lost control and rushed onto the sidewalk, and that’s when the accident happened.”

Yu Anan couldn't imagine that scene. She was like a fool. She was mechanically taken into the elevator by Xie Zihuai. She stopped at the door of the morgue. Her fingers were tugging on her clothes. Tears rushed out. Her throat was so painful that it made her breathing difficult. Difficulty.

"I...I'll go in by myself." Yu Anan's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound.

"Okay." Xie Zihuai responded and opened the door for Yu Anan.

In the cold morgue, Aunt An lay quietly under the white cloth.

Aunt An's blood-condensed hand hanging by the bedside was still wearing the bracelet that Yu An'an and An Huanyan made for Aunt An during the Chinese New Year last year.

Her legs were as if they were filled with lead and she couldn't lift them up. It took her a long time to move to the bed with difficulty.

With her throat rolling, she gently grasped Aunt An's already cold hand and uncovered the white cloth covering her...

Aunt An's bloodless face appeared in front of her eyes. Yu Anan leaned over and held Aunt An's hand tightly, and gently put Aunt An's hand on his face. The grief in her heart almost made her breathless.

"An...Aunt An!"

She choked and breathed softly, her throat so sore that she could hardly make a sound.

"Aunt An..." She burst into tears and finally broke down and lost control. She hugged Aunt An and cried loudly, "You promised to make braised pork ribs and eggplant boxes for me!"

She doesn't want Fu Nanchen!

I really don’t want Fu Nanchen!

She just wants Aunt An to be well!

Xie Zihuai stood outside the morgue, his eyes red as he listened to Yu Anan's painful cries inside.

Growing up with Yu Anan, he rarely saw Yu Anan cry.

Even when she woke up from the hospital and found that Fu Nanchen had lost his memory and fell in love with someone else, she just wiped away her tears and said she wanted to get Fu Nanchen's memory back.

I've never cried so hard.

He thought that Yu An'an was cold-blooded by nature, as others said, and could face it calmly no matter what happened.

After standing outside the morgue for nearly two hours, until no more crying could be heard from inside, Xie Zihuai walked to the door, raised his hand and pushed the door open a gap...

Inside, Yu Anan was sitting next to the bed where Aunt An was placed. Her hair was messy, her eyes were scarlet, and her face was pressed tightly against Aunt An's blood-condensed hand. Her whole body was numb, as if she had been numb.

Xie Zihuai was about to go in when he heard Dou Yuzhi's voice coming from the elevator...

"When you see Senior Yu, please speak nicely. Aunt An is Senior Yu's adoptive mother. No matter what you say, you shouldn't push her..."

Upon learning that Yu An'an had arrived, Dou Yuzhi dragged Fu Nanchen, who had a cast on his arm, out of the elevator.

Fu Nanchen looked impatient and shook his right arm hanging on his chest: "If I hadn't saved her, my arm would have been broken? Yu Anan's adoptive mother insisted on pulling me, so is it normal for me to push her?"

"Fu Nanchen!" Dou Yuzhi stopped and stared at Fu Nanchen, "The problem is that there was a car accident and Aunt An passed away!"

Fu Nanchen pursed his thin lips tightly. If it had been before, he would have retorted. It was not him who caused the car to rush onto the sidewalk.

However, perhaps it was out of the hidden guilt of drugging Yu Anan that night.

Or maybe it was because he knew that Yu Anan would have committed suicide if he hadn't met him, which made him understand that the reason why Yu Anan held on to him for the past two years was not as dirty as he thought.

He surprisingly didn't refute.

"Okay, okay..." Seeing Dou Yuzhi's serious face, Fu Nanchen's voice finally softened, and he raised his hand to pinch Dou Yuzhi's cheek, "I understand, don't be angry..."

"Don't make trouble!"

Dou Yuzhi grabbed Fu Nanchen's left hand and pulled him forward. When she saw Xie Zihuai standing at the door of the morgue, she asked, "Why aren't you in there with Senior Sister Yu?"

"An An said she wanted to be alone." Xie Zihuai gently closed the door of the morgue and looked at Fu Nanchen, but hesitated, "I have never seen An An so collapsed."

Fu Nanchen paused and frowned tightly.

"Nan Chen, please go back to the ward!" Xie Zihuai lowered his voice, "If An An knows that you pushed Aunt An, I'm afraid..."

"Xie Zihuai, don't be too ridiculous!" Fu Nanchen could no longer suppress his anger and sneered, still dissatisfied, "It was Yu Anan's adoptive mother who came to pull me, and I didn't push her under the wheel. Could it be that I pushed the car Did you drive on the sidewalk? Why do one or two of them say it as if it was my fault!"

"But if you hadn't pushed, the car wouldn't have hit Aunt An." Dou Yuzhi raised her voice slightly, as if she was angry that Fu Nanchen refused to admit his mistake.

The morgue door suddenly opened.